What assholes.
I didn't look back as I walked away from the Badboy group.
I looked around me, but all the girls I saw were by the Badboys...
What did they found so interesting about them?
They were just a group of (maybe good looking I guess) Badboy assholes, who drank, smoked and got many girls.
I didn't get it - I mean, they treated girls like shit and I just found that no girl was worth that.
But hey.
Not my choice.
So I stood there - alone.
Great first new school day, I thought and sighed.

"Hey mom. I'm home!" I said and put my school bag in my room.
"Mom isn't there. She's still at work. But I'm here. How was your school day?"
Sara, our maid smiled at me in a friendly way.
"Great", I said ironical.
"It was the worst day ever - in my class is a badboy group and they are the attention bang of everything. All the girls love them!"
Sara looked at me.
"Badboys? Like HOT Badboys?"
I sighed.
"I guess. But they're assholes."
"How can YOU know, sweety? You don't know them."
"I just know Badboys like them!" I said and hoped that I was right.

I didn't sleep well this night.
Mom got home late last night.
Even though we were kind of rich, I didn't have a 'happy' life.
I didn't see my Mom very often and Sara was a kind of second Mom for me.
I didn't care that she was only 4 years older than me and (so 20).

"Get up, sweetheart. You need to go to school!"
It was Sara and I felt sad, as I got up and saw that Mom was already gone to work.

"Tomorrow we are going to have a school run. I will give you a paper. There are informations on it and your parents have to sign it!"
I bight at my lip and thought.
Could I bring Mom to sign the paper?
No, I didn't think so.
But Sara could sign for me!
And I started to smile bright like a psycho.

Mom wasn't at home.
Good!
"Umm.. Sara. Can you please sign this? It's something for school.."
My heart started to beat very loudly as she looked at the paper.
"I'm sorry, Darling. But I can't. You know, your condition...-"
"Please Sara! I didn't run, back when I was 12. Pleeeeaase! I actually love running and.."
I looked at her.
She sighed.
"Okay. I'm going to do it. But don't tell your Mom about it!"
I hugged her hard and started to grinn so happy.

I ran as fast as I could, when our class teacher said, we could start.
I heard my heart and started to laugh happily as I felt the cold wind on my face.
I loved it.
I just loved running.
I drank some water, as I stopped an than ran again.
I stopped a few times, as I drank water and got some air to breathe.
But suddenly I felt my heart hurting.
I got down on the floor and swallowed worried.
"Are you ok?"
I nooded and got up the same moment, but than it felt like a hundered stitches and I fell on the floor and everything got black.